silly putty is more powerful but play-doh can come in larger containers so it would be a close one. One thing that would need testing: if you mix them which one does the mixture resemble more? if one can assimilate the other that would make it the clear winner!

Him: So the missus looked at me this morning in a sexy playful mood and asked me what I wanted most in the world. Me: Yeah? Him: So I said bacon. Me: Lol, you botard. Him: Which clearly wasn’t the answer she was looking for. Me: rofl! Him: but it was honest.. Me: lollol, you’re such a moron.. ……hmm, bacon, damn I could eat some bacon right now! Him: See, I was right!

Seek the smile quality not just the container. FYI, most run when the truth is told. I suspect some body misinformed a lot of people during childhood that silly-putty farts are not funny. Perhaps that is why most people run from reality. Not me, I am still comparing play-dough and silly putty sounds with a smile on my face. Long live the putty fart!

A watched pot WILL boil, holding a fan in place so it makes that clicky noise WONT break it, bouncing a ball off the wall WONT dent it, and silly putty DOES make hilarious fart noises. MOM. YOU LIED TO ME.

Adam, I can understand your wanting total perfection for your very first collection, but I don’t see why we can’t have t-shirts now now now. I think a great t-shirt design would be a solid black back and a solid white front so that we could look like your bug army while wearing ’em. You could just print your masthead logo over the left nipple. Or the luv prof. Or nerd bug. Or whatever. I’m sure I could find a sweatshop in Bangladesh that would be thrilled to work out the details for you…

the first guy talking about baby seals screams douche to me. where as the second guy seems like he’s trying to impress you (in a gross, but sweet way.) most likely to get brother status from me. and the last guy is just being honest and would sound the most interesting. then again, i’m a geek/nerd, and met my boyfriend at a university anime club, sooooo…..

As a guy, I’ve always hated the type of guy (who is unfortunately the majority) who intentionally lies, twists the truth, and makes up compliments and shit on the spot just so they can get laid. The first girl I EVER dated was in 11th grade, and we are now happily married and living together. Quality above Quantity. Sure, I had crushes before her, but nothing I could call love – just my hormones going “HOLY HELL, I WANT THAT NOW.”